Teenage is an age so bizarre,
Why so, truth is still far.
From zitty to witty, everything is so.
Everything is bore, no cure.
Just everyone knows nothing, where to go?
All aims and goals seem so awkward.
It’s haphazard everyplace, feels like I’m falling backwards.
Suddenly, to for us, world doesn’t have enough space.
Just when you think you found some space, someone says “You see, girl, this is not your place.”
World is so disturbing, torturing to you too your core.
Should I behave like a child more or adult more?
Adults are the biggest pain.
Being a child doesn’t give any gain.
Then my friend, remember my words,
No need bring hurt, nothing is absurd.
Being a teen is a bridge to being adult.
Being childish sometimes, doesn’t hurt.
Growing from sapling to tree,
From this process, how can anyone be free?
Blessed you will be if you remain to your intuition’s will.
The top won’t come to you, you yourself will have to climb this hill.
Being a teen is not a bizarre but a boon,
If not now, you’ll realize this soon.
This is something to know,
How you were when you were a teen, will go with you wherever you go.
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Mili is pen name of Ankita Maurya. She has a bachelor’s degree in psychology and economics and is currently pursuing her master’s. She is one of those obnoxious people who prefer to be behind the camera than in front of it.